Yesterday evening spent researching employment and housing resources for paroling inmates inside San Quentin State Prison. Like homework, only, someone's life depends on you finishing your assignment and doing it damn well. Think finding a job and a place to live is a pain in the ass? Try and do it with a criminal history, and no access to resources. And some of those guys will fall right back into it, because of that lack of access to resources while they are inside. And it's so sad when you see that so many of them have really tried, and are trying to do good yet judgment of them - official as well as social stigma - is based solely on their wrongs. Our society is so sick. Our justice system is so broken.
Calls to mind one of my favorite quotes of all time: "It is no measure of health to be adjusted to a profoundly sick society" - Krishnamurti
Today and yesterday morning was spent like this:
I hate this shit. It could not be further from my natural way of thinking. But freedom lies behind mastering those numbers, those formulas. Yesterday morning from 9am - 11am I flexed those muscles for the first time in a long time, gently, and it felt good. But the GRE is not gentle.
Luckily, my husband gave me Nightwish, which I just added to the top of my
Most Beautiful Albums List. Take me far, far away Beautiful-River-Styx-Siren-Persephone voice. Like Cirque Du Soleil's Alegria,
but in a graveyard, in a dream.
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